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La Mejor Música!

One of our nephews knew we are omnivorous (omniphonus?) when it comes to music. We especially like fusions — styles, genres, orchestrations. He thought CALEXICO would strum our strings. He done good! Give them a listen.

Party of the First Part

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“There’s a party at 5:30 at the end of the dock.” “You mean ******* is back and anchoring Happy Hour?” “No, ***** **** hired a band and is providing heavy hors d’oeuvres.”

We wandered down, and the band had a warm up singer! The hors d’oeuvres were heavy and tasty. ***** **** was a brand new 50 foot sailboat. Our Host was the woman owner from Kilmarnock, VA (a place we once owned retirement property). She invited folks to tour the boat while we were waiting for the band, “Brown Tip,” which meant two more guys, Brown Tip* (who sang) and both played ripsaws with a dinner knife in the “rake ‘n’ scrape**” style — a combination of washboard and theremin sounds (as they bent the saws). Quite an effect, and the singers were good. They let the equipment amp up the sound and sang within their good voices. When they shut the amps off and sang and scraped, Janet called it “sawcapella.”

At any time there were 30 of us tapping toes, swaying, dancing, chatting, telling boat stories…all told I’d say 50 folks had been there.

We ran into “K,” the Dark & Stormy Guru (and he shared the one he brought).

Except for the Captain, his truly charming girlfriend, their dog, and the owner’s daughter(?), the group was plus or minus 10 years of us. All of us showed mileage; a few showed wear and tear; no one showed any signs of running out of gas…

* Matheson “Brown Tip” Cooper, also cleans boat bottoms using SCUBA…just the way it is in the Abacos.

**This YouTube Video (not of our making) is a better recording than were able to make. The opening performer was the second band member.

Gully Roosters


This is the #1 Band in the Bahamas. They are GOOD! They perform every Wednesday Night here at Green Turtle Club. And folks know it. Last night the normally calm, 1/2 to 1/3 full open air restaurant was jammed. We showed up about five minutes before we would have ended up waiting an hour to an hour and a half. The maitre d’ had saved a table for us, but it had been let go as we showed up later than our usual. If we aren’t living right, then for the moment, we are living lucky.

Still, the crowd was ruly (opposite of unruly, right?) with the exception of two boys allowed to use the restaurant as a playground while their parents ignored other diners’ reactions. With the restaurant abutting the water and the tide high, we wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the boys had drowned.

The bar was jammed as well. There was a sense of go with the flow with only a very few folks headed toward insensate.

The dance crowd ranged from eight years old to +/-eighty? One of the eight year-olds was channeling a nephew of ours — when not acting as (screen)doorman. We complimented him to his mother.

The overall vibe was one of happiness rather than cathartic release. People came for a good meal and a good band, and they got them both. It was the one time (except for the derelict parents) we did not see a human being of any generation with a piece of dehumanizing technology in hand. [Sad to say many of the kids we've seen have only partially been in the Bahamas thanks to the connectivity here. Perhaps they are reading e-guide books...riiiight]

A Front approaches. It may be the last strong one of the season as the weather service is now talking about the Trade Winds which, once established, tend to block the Fronts and begin creating the dynamics for more showery, sometimes thundery days.

What will blow will blow.

Speaking meteorologically, of course.

 pic is from an album cover

Thank Goodness for a Great Dinner and Floor Show — South of Fort Pierce


The rental car people picked me up at 0800, and Janet and I headed for Miami Beach about a half hour later. Man, after three weeks on a boat, I-95 in south Florida and specifically Ft Lauderdale and Miami freeways were a bit too much. By the time we had gotten to Miami Beach our average speed for 120 miles had dropped below 40 (and half had been done at 70 mph!). Stop and go, stop and go….in LA-like smog, with some drivers that simply had to be on drugs…legal or otherwise.

Miami Beach had done a terrible job of identifying remote parking areas for the boat show, and it took us an hour to find a place to park. Then we were told there was no shuttle bus to/from the parking area we were finally directed to. So we walked to the nearest route. All told we spent more time looking for parking, walking, waiting for buses, and riding buses than we spent at the boat show. A Cubano Lunch at the Mambo Cafe at Bayside Marina was a high point, but the in-the-water show there really showed what’s going on in the industry. There were empty slips!! There are NEVER empty slips at this show. Sadly, even Caliber Yachts was not there.

At the convention center, the various booths were clearly running on about 2/3rds staff. We escaped the parking garage at 1745, and it took us until 1905 to get to our hotel in Deerfield Beach (a 30 minute trip). We very quickly changed clothes and headed for our reservations at the “Mai Kai” in Fort Lauderdale for dinner and the Polynesian floor show. We made it with one minute to spare. The service and food were outstanding. We shared crab Rangoon, goat cheese Tahitian (colonial French) style, chicken Shanghai, and an excellent spring roll. We followed this with Janet’s steak, chicken and shrimp teri-aki wok bowl. I had Mandarin pressed duck. I had planned to accompany this with Nasi Goreng (spicy Indonesian curried rice with onions and raisins) but decided to save that for another time. [Dirk and Tini VanZiverden the Dutch couple who sold us our Freedom 40 "Bright Star" turned me into a Nasi Goreng fan (it took mere seconds the way Tini cooks), but this was simply a matter of too much food.] Yes, we had desert. We made it back to the hotel around midnight.

Whew. Our last Miami Boat Show — fer shure

Our Southern Navigation Limit This Year — Twixt Vero Beach and Fort Pierce

Benignest Kind

The trip from Vero to Fort Pierce started well with a much friendlier marina employee checking us out and with friendly assistance from the power boat “Panache” slipped next to us. It also helped that the persistent 15 kt breeze dropped for a few minutes since it was coming right from where the stern had to go to get us out of tight quarters.

The waterway had more small fishing boats zipping, drifting, and sitting around than anywhere so far. Of the two that presented navigation problems, both were on cell phones. The water turned more turquoise as we approached the Fort Pierce Inlet. There, the North Bridge Tender gave us a perfectly timed opening. After the next high-rise bridge, the new channel marks for the Fort Pierce City Marina immediately presented a confusing picture. Number 3 and #4 are in reversed positions from all the rest of the marks leading up the new (post hurricane damage) channel. Once the dock hand at Fort Pierce City Marina explained over Ch 9, it was no worries. One ignores the colors and numbers of the first two marks and simply passes between them. Another good dock hand.

This time we had to pivot the boat 180 degrees in tight quarters to slip, but we were glad as it put us in a breezy spot in this land locked basin. Plus in this one slip in the whole place, we can fuel and pump out in the slip! We called and found a nail salon for Janet and walked over later (1/3 mi) to get the necessary repairs. I went to the shuffleboard courts (it was shaded there) to read and watch porpoise while she did her thing.

Back at FPCM we had dinner at the Tiki. The food was…OK. They had a “Ska” version of “The Guns of Navarone” theme playing when we sat down.

Ska, is the predecessor (1950-mid 60s) to Reggae and uses a walking bass beat played almost double time. Reggae is normally slower than Ska and has emphasis on 1st and 3rd beats. It was weird. The music sounded like it was on speed. The group that recorded it, “The Skatilites,” from Jamaica, more or less defined the genre but only stayed together for a year. The live guitar-playing singer who came in later was pretty good, but we were ready for our own music. This was the first night it has been warm enough for fans — city heat and lot of marina concrete nearby. Sleep was a bit fitful, and 0645 came early.